10 Poems By Jim Morrison That Will Turn Your World Upside Down

This poet-prophet rock idol flung the doors of perception wide open and as we read his poetry, for an instant we become infinite...

“Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: just curiosity.”

— Jim Morrison

The decade of the nineteen sixties was a melting pot of subversive young people who sought the perfect, free Utopia and who clashed against the boundaries imposed by the capitalist system. The arts and especially music were imbued by these feelings. Counterculture movements surged forth with the hippies leading the way, feeding their dreams with LSD and marijuana. In this explosion of sensations and colors, a mythical rock figure was born: Jim Morrison.

The Lizard King, as he was known, shoved the doors of the psychedelic wide open, wanting to find enlightenment through meditation stimulated by the consumption of drugs. He shared his feelings and his journeys to the boundaries of reality in the lyrics of the legendary band, The Doors.

One of the lesser known attributes of the King of Orgasmic Rock was that he was a poet at heart. People flocked to him as if he were a prophet who would lead his people to the mystical state he spoke of in his poetry. The following ten poems will be your guides to the world Jim Morrison constructed, which thrives beyond the borders of what is known.

Jim Morrison Poems | Power

I can make the earth stop in

its tracks. I made the

blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.

I can become gigantic and reach the

farthest things. I can change

the course of nature.

I can place myself anywhere in

space or time.

I can summon the dead.

I can perceive events on other worlds,

in my deepest inner mind,

and in the minds of others.

I can.

I am.

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Jim Morrison Poems | The World on Fire

The world on fire ...

Taxi from Africa...

The Grand Hotel...

He was drunk

a big party last night

back going back

in all directions

sleeping these insane hours.

I'll never wake up

in a good mood again.

I'm sick of these stinky boots.

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Jim Morrison Poems | The Movie

The movie will begin in five moments.

The mindless voice announced

all those unseated will await the next show.

We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.

The auditorium was vast and silent

as we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.

The program for this evening is not new.

You've seen this entertainment through and through.

You've seen your birth your life and death

you might recall all of the rest.

Did you have a good world when you died?

Enough to base a movie on?

I'm getting out of here.

Where are you going?

To the other side of morning.

Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas.

Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.

It's alright, all your friends are here.

When can I meet them?

After you've eaten

I'm not hungry.

Uh, we meant beaten.

Silver stream, silvery scream.

Oooooh, impossible concentration.

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Jim Morrison Poems | Stoned Inmaculate

I'll tell you this...

No eternal reward will forgive us now.

For wasting the dawn.

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.

One summer night, going to the pier.

I ran into two young girls.

The blonde one was called Freedom.

The dark one, Enterprise.

We talked and they told me this story.

Now listen to this..

I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.

Soft driven, slow and mad.

Like some new language.

Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god.

Wandering, wandering in hopless night.

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.

Out here we is stoned.

Immaculate.

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Jim Morrison Poems | Newborn Awakening

Gently they stir, gently rise.

The dead are newborn awakening.

With ravaged limbs and wet souls.

Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.

Who called these dead to dance? Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?

Was it the wilderness children?

Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?

I called you up to anoint the earth.

I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.

I called you to wish you well.

To glory in self like a new monster.

And now I call you to pray.

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Jim Morrison Poems | A Feast of Friends

Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain

South

Cruel bindings.

The servants have the power

dog-men and their mean women

pulling poor blankets over

our sailors

(And where were you in our lean hour)

Milking your moustache

or grinding a flower?

I'm sick of dour faces

Staring at me from the TV

Tower, I want roses in

my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies

must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal

for the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into

the severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful

comes death on a strange hour

unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you've

brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven's

claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other kingdom seems by far the best

until its other jaw reveals incest

and loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go

Prefer a Feast of Friends

To the Giant Family.

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Jim Morrison Poems | Lament

Lament for my cock

Sore and crucified

I seek to know you

Aquiring soulful wisdom

You can open walls of mystery

Stripshow

How to aquire death in the morning show

TV death which the child absorbs

Deathwell mystery which makes me write

Slow train, the death of my cock gives life

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry

Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night

Guitar player

Ancient wise satyr

Sing your ode to my cock

Caress it's lament

Stiffen and guide us, we frozen

Lost cells

The knowledge of cancer

To speak to the heart

And give the great gift

Words Power Trance

This stable friend and the beast of his zoo

Wild haired chicks

Women flowering in their summit

Monsters of skin

Each color connects

to create the boat

which rocks the race

Could any hell be more horrible

than now

and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death, old friend

Death and my cock are the world

I can forgive my injuries in the name of

Wisdom Luxury Romance

Sentence upon sentence

Words are the healing lament

For the death of my cock's spirit

Has no meaning in the soft fire

Words got me the wound and will get me well

I you believe it

All join now and lament the death of my cock

A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night

Boys get crazy in the head and suffer

I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence

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Jim Morrison Poems | Hour of Magic

Resident mockery

give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight

and velvet hour

We of arabic pleasure's breed

We of sundome and the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A Night of lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

Hundred hues

a rich mandala

For me and you

And for your silky

pillowed house

A head, wisdom

And a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

has claimed thee.

We used to believe.

In the good old days.

We still receive in

little ways.

The Things of Kindness

An unsporting brow

Forget and allow.

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Jim Morrison Poems | Ghost Song

Awake.

Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

The days divinity

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by its quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones

The time has come again

Choose now, they croon

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us.

Everything is broken up and dance.

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Jim Morrison Poems | Freedom Exists

Did you know freedom exists

In school books

Did you know madmen are

Running our prisons

Within a jail, within a gaol

Within a white free protestant

Maelstrom

We're perched headlong

On the edge of boredom

We're reaching for death

On the end of a candle

We're trying for something

That's already found us

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This poet-prophet rock idol flung the doors of perception wide open, and as we read his poetry, for an instant we become infinite. His words continue to echo in the young of heart.